Death Wish

Hold it right there.

Hold it again.

Come on, Paul.

One more.

- You won't show those to anyone.

- Why? You've got a prime figure.

- You really have.

- That's a euphemism for "fat."

Wanna go back to the hotel?

What's wrong with right here?

We're too civilized.

I remember when we weren't.

But we'll go back to the hotel.

I don't wanna go back home.

Passengers on TW 76

from Honolulu to New York...

... should proceed from the check-in

counter to boarding.

Wanna know what was happening

while you were living it up in Maui?

There were 15 murders the

first week and 21 last week.

That's a lot.

Decent people will have to

live elsewhere.

You mean, people who can afford to.

Christ. You're such

a bleeding-heart liberal.

For the underprivileged, yeah.

The underprivileged

are beating our brains out.

I say, stick them

in concentration camps.

- Henry.

- Hello.

I'm running cost and profit on the

Jainchill development in Arizona.

Based on the figures, I don't see how

Blueridge can underwrite 50 percent.

Jainchill has been very successful

in a small way.

I suggest you send a man down from our

San Francisco office to step it out...

...redesign it if necessary.

Because that's a high risk

for the acreage involved.

I'll talk to Ing about it.

Thanks, Paul.

Oh, how does it feel to be back

in the war zone after Hawaii?

Good until I ran into Sam and he

delivered the crime rates statistics.

We need more cops than people.

You'll have to find other options.

No one could pay the taxes.

$2.17.

Would you have these delivered, Mary?

Hey, I'm gonna do a thing.

- Sh*t, man, got business.

- Let's go, man.

I'll get it.

Who is it?

Groceries, ma'am.

Nobody gets hurt. Don't move.

- What do you want?

- You know what we want.

- You won't hurt us?

- Not if you got money.

Nobody, nobody.

Look at the artiste doing his art.

Ain't that beautiful?

- My purse is in the kitchen.

- Stand still.

We'll do as they say, Carol.

Where's your purse?

You only got 4 bucks.

I got 3 and 2 bits.

You gonna get the sh*t

kicked out of you.

- It's all we have.

- Rich people like you? We want money!

It's true! That's all we have!

- Wanna get f***ed?

- No!

I'm gonna stab you in the ass.

Leave her alone!

Goddamn rich c*nt!

I kill rich c*nts!

Mother's getting the sh*t

kicked out of her.

Let's screw this one.

- No, man. Let's travel.

- No, man, let me paint her ass.

I'll show you how to paint.

I'm gonna pee into her mouth.

Pee into her mouth.

I hope she likes my paintbrush.

Swallow all that pink, honey.

Open her goddamn mouth!

Eat it, b*tch!

I'm gonna bust her mouth!

Mother's going for the phone!

Sh*t! Let's split.

Will you get my wife

on the phone, please?

Mr. Kersey's office.

- Is it my wife?

- No, sir, it's your son-in-law.

Hello, Jack.

Dad. Dad, we got trouble.

You and Carol?

Don't tell me about it.

No...

...it's Mom and Carol. They're taking

them to emergency receiving.

- What the hell for?

- I don't know.

The police just called.

- What's happening?

- I don't know any more.

I'm going to the hospital.

Meet me there.

- How are they?

- I don't know, I just got here.

You know anything?

Were they cut, stabbed, what?

No, sir. Just beat up.

This is Officer Joe Charles.

He came in the ambulance.

- They gonna be all right?

- I told him all I know.

If there's anything I can do,

ask for me at the 21st Precinct.

Come on, Dad.

What did they tell you?

- Not much.

- Well, what?

- They beat them both up.

- Who did? Why?

Take it easy.

I'm just as rattled as you.

The officer said

Carol wasn't making sense.

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